said to
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said to
the syrup
"Go west,
via the
yellow brick
rocket sled.
Toads like
pissing when
it's raining
post padding
acomplishes nothing
Unless you
are writing
your will
. Back in
the Bronx
I shot
three wayward..
squirrels. A
rather large
headless chicken
breakfast accompanied
my massage
by renowned
happy ending
artist, Al
the farmer
was afraid
of pants!
You know,
spandex type
Kilts were
often raised
to expose
tiny little
ticks, feeding...
vigorously during
kinky, explicit
Easter dinners
had nothing